I am wounded, perhaps burnt by embolismic expectations from my family, friends and other relationships. Perhaps I am tired of trying to be the best. But when I come to think that I want to be a DOCTOR... It eliminates my frustrations...
~Arthur C. Guyton M.D.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Tsk.Tsk.

More than a year of blog silence. Have I really been that busy? Have I been lazy? Or have I been too tired that I was actually drained of inspiration?

I have so many stories to tell, so may things I learned and experienced during my clerkship that I don't know where to start.

For one thing, I'm no longer a medical clerk. I'm no longer a make-up medical clerk either. I'm an aspiring Doctor of Medicine graduatee! Yey! :)

It's one thing to be called Doctora. It's another to actually see it in writing. I'm a doctor! Albeit sans the licence... but I'm a doctor! And I just can't stop myself from grinning.